(Wrist, wrist, wrist)
Pop a xanny with no panic
F*ck prescriptions
Sipping lean, feeling dizzy
With no issues
Whipping cocaina with my vatos
In the kitchen
Killing motherf*ckin' rappers
Is my mission
Fell in love with Roxy
Now she got me feeling like a zombie
Pop a molly with my lean,
Gotta add a f*cking jolly
Creeping is my hobby
Dropping bodies in the lobby
Don't get f*ckin' cocky
Slicing n****s like they teriyaki
Bitch im sippin lean, feel like call of duty: slo mo
All these n****s talking shit but they always a no show
All these n****s talking shit
But they still never hit a lick
I pull up with the thirty stick
And pistol whip your f*cking lip
(Aye, aye, aye) (Ren The Third)
Lately been going to crazy
Living my life scary
But no need to worry
Cause I'm in a hurry
My vision be blurry
And I can not see where I'm going
These bitches be hoeing
Acting like they really be knowing
They hating on me cause they see that I'm growing
I'm hearing the voices inside of my head
They telling me that you are better off dead
Triple 6 all in my vains
I'm going insane
I cannot maintain
Putting a bullet all up in yo Muthaf*ckin' brain
Bitch you a f*ck boy
You dying alone and that's what I enjoy
I don't give a f*ck about your power trip
You insecure and you sound like a bitch
Slide in the dm to talk all the shit
I am a demon
That always be creepin
No I am not tweaking
I'm just never sleeping
I'm already dead so I'm not even breathing
My skin looking pale
And I'm burning in hell
While I'm up in a cell
I'm smoking a blunt
I'm chillin with satan
No need for the fakin
Bitch I am awaken
Don't get it mistaken
The ground steady shaking
From all of the music I'm making